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dmx - we in here - dirty version lyrics

game time… let’s go… we in here!
it’s time to bring the east coast back baby!!
new york (the dog) we in here!
we talkin’ ’bout the swizz and the dog wasn’t gonna terrorize y’all n-ggas?
you can’t be serious!
ruff ryders!

we gon’ get it, get it started, get it started again
we gon’ get it, get it started, get it started again (we in here!)
we gon’ get it, get it stoppin’, get it poppin’ again
we gon’ get it, get it poppin’, get it poppin’ again (follow me now!)
we.we.we.we.we.we.we.we.we.we.we.we.we.we.we in here!

six number one albums, imagine that
cats is sick, ’cause dog got his swagger back
if that sh-t go, naw i ain’t havin’ that
but they don’t want it, i’ma still grab the bat
think i give a f-ck? i’ma “get down,” “go hard” type of n-gga
“bring it to the yard” type n-gga
four, four, one, o, five, fourteen thousand
ten, ten haze the street with the housin’
c-76, remember me b-tch?
i’m that n-gga that for life, gon’ be yo’ enemy b-tch
f-ck around, got my weight up, weight up, brought up
n-ggas gettin’ ate up, straight up, what the f-ck?
come on vodto, this is just not your day
so stop tryin’ to be macho, aight yo?
you don’t wanna fight yo, i get’s my strap on
put n-ggas’ lights out clap on!

we don’t bark no more, we bite
motherf-cker from the heart, we can get this war on tonight
ain’t nuttin but a thang ’cause the camp gets busy
f-ckin’ wit’ the ‘line? it’s a rizzy
sh-t ain’t the same, cats done changed the game
f-ck it, all y’all n-ggas is lame, what’s my motherf-ckin’ name?
(come on) twenty million records sold
while y’all n-ggas is strugglin’ to go gold!
come on papi! can’t none of y’all n-ggas stop me
yahmean? y’all n-ggas is sloppy
what would the game be without me? nada!
cats talk about a whole lotta, product
gucci and scota, louie vuitton
come on, what up with what’s really goin’ on?
“what’s hood?” cats ain’t k!llin’ nuttin but a few minutes
i’m about to bury a box wit’chu in it
so if you got’s the whip, you better get on
’cause if i pull up on, it won’t be for grey poupon

cats playin’ games, so i’m goin’ raw
run up in that f-ckin’ building, kick down the door
y’all don’t want no f-ckin’ problems wit’ x
y’all don’t wanna see them four-legged piece, wit’ them collars on they necks
wit’ them n-ggas downstairs wit’ the tech, you know the rest
f-ck it, blow it y’all n-ggas, b-tch i take respect
dog’s sh-t hot, that’s why y’all cowards froze me quick
i pop up, catch n-ggas on some cozy sh-t
with chinese slippers and silk scarves on
n-gga out here tryin’ to get his bark on, wonder why the dog gone
i couldn’t take it, deface it, that n-gga make sh-t
that’s somethin’ that’ll happen, n-gga wanna brace it
and for the record, what you gonna do to fill up my spot?
i ain’t gonna front, that? replace sh-t, was kinda hot
not!! how you gonna jack will smith for a beat?
that’s like tryna jack me for the streets! it ain’t happenin’!

we in here!
we in here!
we in here!
we in here! we in here!

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